G-U-M Spells Gone.

Even though I’d determined never to take all three kids to the grocery store by myself again (or at least until they’ve reached high school), last night I found myself having to do just that. I was in a pinch; I needed cheese for the soup I was making for dinner. Andy was still over an hour away and I knew he was especially hungry. And I aim to please.

So I bundled and loaded everyone up, (we’re using my in-laws’ other van) and we headed to the store. Normally I’d strap Drew and Madeline into the double stroller and carry the baby in my sling. But yesterday (and all week, for that matter) my stroller has been in the back of my van, which is STILL AT THE HONDA DEALER.

Which doesn’t do me any good at the grocery store. Thus, I was forced to let Drew and Madeline “ride” in the little plastic car on the front of the shopping cart. Madeline, unbelievably, stayed in that car almost the entire time. I did allow Drew to walk, as long as he stayed right next to me.

[Turns out ‘stay right next to me’ is a completely relative phrase.]

When we were finally in line to check out, I asked Drew if he would please sit next to Madeline INSIDE the plastic car while I paid for our stuff. He pulled a package of Bubble Tape off of the checkout shelf (also known as Parental Shopping Torture) and asked if he could have it. I’d previously told the kids we’d buy more gum, so I told him yes he could have it but ONLY IF he stayed INSIDE the plastic car with Madeline. I had the cashier ring it up and I gave it to him.

As soon as I paid I looked down to check on them. This is what was left:



That much gum in less than 2 minutes.